For his perfection.

The Futa cow and anthro horse look each other over then laugh. “She’s to small.” The horse says finally.

“Yup. It’s all wrong. This has gotten weird.” The cow says scratching her chin. “I wish you were five foot nine, athletic, a swimmers build.” Your body stretches.

The horse adds, “I wish your hair was short and wild, coppery red, a runway model pixie cut. I wish you were five eleven.” He smiles with approval.

The cow taps her lip, “I wish your cock was 8” long and an inch thick, and sexy, big but feminine. Oh and I wish it was a grower, so very easy to hide under panties.” She starts stroking herself softly as she watches you change. I wish you were flat chested, with perfect perky nipples. I wish you had the sort of androgynous beauty that while people might know you are male they will see you as the perfect woman, especially if you are in a dress.”

“Wow.” The horse says. They both stand and stare for a couple of moments.

“I wish. I need to fuck her.” They both say in unison and you hold out your arms to welcome them in. Your ass eagerly sucks them inside. You feel like a pure being of sex, an angel maybe, or a demon. The massive cocks are inside of you probing and trying every hole for hours. They even laugh as the horse stuffs his massive rod into the hole of your sexy cock stretching it till it surely should burst, but as he withdraws it snaps back to its perfect shape. Another hour of dreamy sex passes, another, your body never tires. The sex seems to power you.

“Well this sucks.” The horse says finally tossing you on the floor.

The Futa cow laughs. “I know. Perfection is boring.” She grabs a beer. “Wanna try something new?”

“Something imperfect.”

“Want to fuck me?” You ask.

“No shut up.” They both say with a laugh.